Walking the Atlantean Lines: Crystal Dragons, Celestial Fire & Earth Remembrance
Chapter I: The Lines That Whispered
There are energy lines beneath the Earth that do not simply run—they sing.
At the Beyond Ecstatic Festival in Biovilla, Portugal, my partner Sean and I found ourselves dancing not just on sacred ground, but upon two living Atlantean ley lines—masculine and feminine counterparts, running together through the land like twin serpents of light. These weren’t ordinary lines. They were crystal dragons, ancient and wise, pulsing with celestial fire.
For three days, we danced, we wept, we howled into the void. We participated in heart-opening, soul-activating ceremonies. And beneath it all—beneath the movement, the fire, the ice, the breath—the dragons stirred.
The male line runs through the Dancing Dome, curves into the central fire pit, and flows into the main studio of the central building. The female line flows through the kitchen, the dining room, and then joins the male in the studio—a place where sacred masculine and feminine energies converge, making it a natural power point of deep healing and activation.
It’s here that Sean and I participated in a life changing Rebirthing Breathwork ceremony, where we experienced an intensely transformative journey—death, release, and return. The walls of that studio held us like a womb. And the ley lines—those fire serpents of Earth—held us like cosmic midwives.
From there, the lines travel west, leaving the coast of Portugal and moving out into the Atlantic Ocean, to a place that once held the glory and tragedy of Atlantis.
Traveling east, they pass through Cromeleque dos Almendres, the largest stone circle in the Iberian Peninsula—then onward to Évora, where they converge again at a marble kissing stone in the park in front of a 2,024-year-old Roman temple beside a breathtaking church. Still they travel… through Delphi, the ancient temple of healing, aligned along the 35th parallel north. Then across the ocean to Northern California (through the capital city of Sacramento), and even through the border of North and South Korea—carrying messages of balance, awakening, and sacred reconciliation across the planet.
These are not just lines of Earth.
They are lines of remembrance.
And they are waking up.
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Chapter II: Into the Forest of Fae and Stone
Guided by the pull of the lines, we traveled to Cromeleque dos Almendres, the largest megalithic stone circle in the Iberian Peninsula..
The path to the stones was not just a walk—it was a threshold. We moved through cork tree forests bursting with yellow and pink wildflowers, alive with fae energy and whispering winds. Yet with every step forward, our bodies grew heavier—as though we were sinking into the Earth itself.
By the time the first ancient stones came into view, it felt like the gravity of a forgotten age was pressing down upon us.
That’s when we felt it—a warp in the energy field.
Something was off.
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Chapter III: The Hidden Vortex
We paused. Shielded. Tuned in.
And then we saw it: a dark vortex swirling in the energetic center of the stone circle—a maelstrom, a blockage. This sacred site had been severed from both the Sky and the Earth’s crystalline core, cut off from the Christ Consciousness grid that supports planetary awakening.
It had been hidden.
Detached.
Asleep.
Like many of the dragons over the last two thousand years.
But not for long.
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Chapter IV: The Dance of the Dragons
Sean began to dowse the Earth lines, and we walked in a Sun-wise spiral around the circle—an act of energetic unraveling and reconnection.
We discovered four ley lines in total:
• Two masculine and two feminine
• One pair flowing East-West
• One pair flowing North-South
The North-South lines were vibrant, playful, alive with fae essence—joyful guardians of the land. Their frequency was pure, unburdened.
But when we crossed the East-West masculine line, we felt it…
Disruption. Weakness. Grief.
Sean’s dowsing revealed its health to be only 20 out of 100 at one point—located 400 miles out into the Atlantic Ocean, in the place where Atlantis once stood.
This line carried the scar of a deep wound in the masculine—a rupture caused by the misuse of nuclear and crystal technology in Atlantean times.
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Chapter V: The Guardians Awaken
The more we walked, the more the story of this place began to reveal itself.
There were two guardians of the circle:
• A female giant standing above ground in the center
• A male Ent-like being, trapped and sleeping beneath the earth
A spell had been cast long ago—meant to keep the circle veiled, the dragons dormant, and the guardians separated.
But we came to lift that spell.
As we worked with energy, intention, light, and love, we saw the male guardian rise, standing tall beside his feminine counterpart. The circle began to breathe again.
The vortex dissolved.
The connection to the Earth’s crystalline grid and the Sky was restored.
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Chapter VI: Healing the Rift
We followed the lines to the top of the hill, beneath a sacred cork tree. This was the anchor point for the sick East-West masculine line.
There, Sean opened a remote portal to the Atlantic Ocean. What he saw was breathtaking:
A black maelstrom hovering above a gaping rift on the ocean floor—a scar from Atlantis, born of technology used without wisdom, without heart.
Though the wound was too vast to fully heal at this time, Sean and his spiritual team poured golden light into the rift and wrapped the ley line in protective myelin light sheaths—a divine insulation to stabilize the line for all time.
It became clear that these lines are here to teach us.
They hold the codes of relationship between the masculine and feminine—the mind and the heart, the drive for power and the wisdom of intuition, the sword and the chalice.
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Chapter VII: Gratitude, Stones, and Sweet Farewells
With the vortex cleared and the lines restored, we returned to the stones. We touched them—felt their ancient warmth returning, their joy, their love.
The fae beings in the cork forest danced.
The dragons stirred.
The guardians stood.
We offered gratitude to the land, the spirits, the crystal dragons, and our guides.
Nik and Sean at the Cromeleque dos Almendres, Portugal
As we walked the winding path along the cork trees on the way back through the forest, we felt lighter, more free, and at peace. The weight we carried into the circle had been alchemized—lifted.
Cork trees are the only kind of tree that can regenerate their bark after it has been harvested... and as we walked among hundreds of these beings, their deep burgundy inner bark exposed at the lower halves of their trunks from the most recent harvest, I was overcome by a powerful sensation—as if blood was flowing through my veins as light, regenerating my body into its eternal and pristine crystalline form.
The forest breathed with us. We were becoming the Earth again.
Chapter VIII: The Temple of Union
The Atlantean dragons, having been awakened and woven through Biovilla and the great stone circle of Almendres, were not finished yet.
Their path—our path—continued on to the medieval city of Évora, a place where time curls back on itself like smoke from sacred incense.
Here, in the heart of the city, the ley lines converge once more.
The masculine and feminine Earth dragons, now pulsing with clearer light, fly alongside each other through Evora — the female through a 2,024-year-old Roman temple dedicated to Diana, the goddess of the hunt and the moon, and the male through an ornate church to the side of the temple...
The temple is striking in its elegance. Tall columns rise like sentinels from another world, keeping watch over the land, whispering of ancient rites and timeless remembrance.
Just beside it stands a large, ornate Catholic church, its presence regal and serene. The juxtaposition of these two sacred structures—the ancient and the medieval, the pagan and the Christian—mirrors the energy of the Earth lines beneath: masculine and feminine, structure and mystery, sky and soil.
Roman temple and church at Evora - the female flowing through the temple and the masculine through the church
The Sacred Kissing Stone at Evora
In a garden overlooking the town of Evora in front of the Roman temple, we found a kissing stone, a small and unassuming marker where the two dragons meet and spiral into one another—another sacred node along the global crystalline grid.
We stood there, hand in hand, breathing in the stillness. The air shimmered with something intangible… a feeling of completion, of Yes. This is the place.
After this soft and powerful moment of communion, we walked the cobbled streets toward the place that would offer us our final blessing of the journey: a meal at Páteo.
The food was nourishing, every bite grounding us deeper into our bodies. But it was the wine that enhanced the magic.
From the Ervideira Winery, the wine arrived at our table appearing like a white. Light, crisp, refreshing. But as it opened, it began to change. Its taste deepened, expanded, transformed—into something fruity, full, lush and red. It was a wine of alchemy, echoing the journey we had just walked: from clarity to mystery, from fire to fluid, from separation to sacred union. A wine that transmuted itself, mirroring the inner alchemy we had just lived through.
A glass of dragon magic.
A toast from the universe.
Served to two alchemists who had just completed a quest of crystalline fire and Earth remembrance.
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Chapter VIII: The Return of Sacred Union
The Atlantean Earth lines are not relics of the past.
They are living consciousness.
And they are calling us now.
Calling us to heal the wounded masculine and uplift the sacred feminine.
To live in harmony with the Earth’s rhythms and in conscious relationship with power.
To awaken the dragons within us—those coiled forces of light, creation, and remembrance.
These lines are here to be walked, felt, activated.
They are the veins of New Earth, and their fire is returning.
Will you walk them too?
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In crystal fire and sacred remembrance,
Nik Heartsong – Quantum Mirror & Frequency Weaver
